Everyone has their own packet of memories and so do I..




The dew drop on the white orchid leaf
The lovely hanging odour of wet mud in breeze
The pleasantly chilly water at the bay
A latent calling, for a different day.

A day of turning back to watch
All lovely days of the past
A day to forget the speech of substance
Out of all tedious days, a day of remembrance.

A day to hear a brook gurgle by
A day to feed the pigeons.
A day to watch sunset at the beach,
A day of going far beyond the reach.

When WE were superior to I or ME
When emotions were blindly set free.
When there wasn't fear of letting oneself down
When it was easier to imagine a fantasy-town.

Times when nothing was evident,
Everything a surprize.
When stupidity-cocktail was on-the-rocks
And nobody came out to be wise.

Times of a cricket match
Or a game of badminton.
Times of lame excuse getting caught
Scolding and getting beaten.

A day to remember all those good times,
When life was Salsa not Waltz
When everyone was real not fake,
When life was a forest not a rattrap,
When things were sorted out without the excuse of generation gap.

When a smile meant i love you
And Sunday bicycle ride was the target of the week.
When yes was yes and no was no,
And when people were not oblique.

Days of attitude,
Days of gratitude,
Days of coincidence,
Days of resemblance,
Then a day of deja-vu, of strange recurrence,
Out of all tedious days.
A day of Remembrance.

- Ashi




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